Eric Burns: Elite "Journalism" at it's Worst.

This is Eric Alfred Burns who went to Boston College and found himself in just two years. Since then his writing and poetry products have been fascinated with himself. He lives two lives. One inside himself and one parallel to him himself-watching-applauding-smiling inward. That's why most of his writing and poetry are an everyday-chronicle of the next cool thing I do-stream of consciousness clap trap. At least Jack Kerouac was "On the Road" looking at something besides the inside of his head. From time to time Kerouac would show us and society a patch of wisdom, or a truth beyond the diner. There is no sound and fury in Eric's writing, but one out of three ain't bad. Eric is not an intellect, wise or insightful. Self absorption yields no worthwhile contribution except flushing the toilet a couple times a day. After, I suppose, all that droll vacant me-ism and "super guy writer" stuff he did for NBC qualifies him to host the News Watch show on FOX. What it does not license Mr. Burns to do, is to rise halfway out of his seat with crab like gyrations, grunting pained sentences like, don't get me started and hold me back, whenever the name of Sean Hannity was mentioned. It was a woefully sad display of twisted smugness combined with ingrained conceit. Eric Alfred Burns joined the thousands of liberal, self absorbed, ding dong "journalists" long before his true self crackled to the surface of his thin affected personality. Mr. Burns gets three, ought to be, NYT awards for Excellence in Haughty Broadcasting.